
Going Lithe
Melanie Wilson’s one woman show is utterly bewitching. With a keyboard loaded with sound effects at her finger tip and a microphone to her painted lips, she weaves tales of espionage laced with allure.
Wilson is a knowing storyteller, seductive and smooth, as she guides us through great European romantic settings that have hosted her extraordinary adventures. With the air of a dated Parisian romance (an adulterous one of course) we are whisked through Paris in the Spring time, Venice in the autumn and London in the late summer. And all while Wilson uses her impeccable timing to create a quirky soundscape to illustrate her escapades.
Then she steps out from behind her microphone and her tone changes; she is no longer gallivanting across the globe in her memories, but more concerned with questioning her audience about the nature of savage love (the audience may not be able to provide an answer, but they are entranced). She has returned to the mundane world in which we live, and the minor achievements we satisfy ourselves with; she lists her ballet awards, her cycling proficiency. Moments later, finger tip back on the soundtrack, she is travelling again and we are whisked away to Russia.
Wilson’s material certainly becomes her, the combination of lipstick, lashes and a lithe physique is entrancing. Gracious and eloquent, she wholly engages with an audience she was born to have.
Henrietta Clancy